Where the ebb and flow of life creates a cascade of words down the paper's face

by Jim Morgan

So on my property lives a 400 square feet building that we call The Manhut. In my fanciful imagination this was supposed to be my place. The place whereI could tinker on odd projects, drink beer, and fart freely. What it has become is a storeroom for my kids’ junk.

That’s changing.

Over the long weekend I will be cleaning out The Manhut and start making it suitable for The Mrs and me to inhabit. I don’t know how far down the rabbit hole we will go but we will see if we can live in 400 sq ft without killing each other and we will experiment with my solar power stuff and with rainwater harvesting.